Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Waiting on the Elevator Adventure, Part 3

There was
another clerk who threw parcels in the basement near the elevator that got
promoted overnight.

I suppose it
is good he did, it saved him a lot of changing.

One time one
of the clerk threw a parcel and it started hissing and smoking. Everybody but one clerk ran for cover. It was evidently a bomb.

The one guy
that did not run from the bomb ran towards it, grabbed it up and ran out of the
building with it and they called the Atlanta Police he took it from there.

The clerk
was a hero.

For a few
years he has been coming to work dressed in a suit carrying a briefcase. At work, in the locker room he would remove
the suit and put on dingy work clothes and an apron and get to work. At lunch time he would take his sandwich out
of his brief case and eat.

At the end
of the shift he would change back into his suit and go home.

His
neighbors thought he was an executive like everybody else in the
neighborhood. The lady he married
inherited the house they moved into, which was only a couple of blocks from the
Governor's Mansion on West Paces Ferry Road.

After that,
not only was he an executive, sort of, but also a hero, sort of.

Somehow, when one is a loud talker and brag to people and tell them one's business it takes the heroism our of hero.